She wore alluring purple and possessed unparalleled beauty. One glance could topple a city, a second could bring a kingdom to its knees. She could be as ruthless as they come, gentle and virtuous, or cute and playful, yet she loved money to an extreme and had a heart of pure darkness.
How did such an extraordinary woman fall into his hands? Did he love her, or did she love him?
Their decisive clash of blades, their tearful, heart-wrenching farewell, their joyful reunion: it was all so deeply moving...
If he never met her again, would he live out his life in loneliness? If she never saw him again, would her heart break?
If only life could always be as it was at first sight, why must the autumn wind grieve over the painted fan?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
